“Yea, I mean you got a nice flow, but under my direction, I’m sure we can get you together.” Dexter boasted, “I’m the hottest thing coming out of the city right now, so I can probably put you on a feature or something. Start small, you feel me? Just give me a minute to wrap this up and we can kick it.” He rolled his shoulders, turning back to his boys. “But like I was saying, shorty was bad as fuck, and I promise you after I take my girl home tonight, I’m going to see her,” Dexter continued his conversation like they weren’t standing there.
Al was slightly confused by Dexter’s disposition. He never said anything about Logic needing a mentor, and nothing about his best friend was average. It was clear Dexter was trying to little dog them, and Al wasn’t feeling it. On the phone, Dexter praised Logic’s talent, and the switch-up had Al thinking he had missed something. While they stood there, it was obvious Dex was going out of his way not to chop it up with them, and Logic caught it all.
In a room full of niggas wearing iced out chains, big face watches, and top of the line gear, this basic man stood out, and it bothered Dexter. He kept popping his shit, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming over to Logic, who looked unimpressed with everything going on around him. Dexter silently reasoned that if Logic wanted a record deal, he damn sure wasn’t acting like it. Sure, his rapping abilities were out of this world, but Dexter was the big dog, and if Logic wanted in, he needed to see a little groveling or something. Standing there like a stuck-up ass nigga wasn’t going to cut it.
“Hey yall,” Tyler’s soft voice caught the attention of every man standing around, and her brazen outfit had them salivatingat the mouth. The miniskirt she wore exposed her thick, tatted thighs, leaving little to the imagination. “Dex, I’m ready.” She lovingly stroked his back, but to her dismay, he kept right on talking like he didn’t hear her. Like he couldn’t feel her presence, like her sweet perfume didn’t make his nose tingle and dick twitch because that was the exact effect it had on Logic.
“'Cause you know how the fuck I do,” Dex gloated, pulling at the chains on his neck, ignoring Tyler. “Bitches be all on a nigga jock and shit,” he chuckled, slapping hands with a laughing Tilly, who seemed to be the only one encouraging his bullshit.
“Dex, I said I’m ready,” she repeated, this time snapping her fingers in his face.
“I’m still kicking it. Ride with Aria, I’mma be right behind yall,” Dex dismissed her and kept right on talking, making Tilly chuckle.
Tyler licked her top lip before releasing a small laugh. She swore she was going to be on her best behavior, but in true Dex form, he was on bullshit, putting her patience to the test. As soon as she parted her lips to flip out on him, a deep voice stopped her.
“Baby girl,” the voice caused her head to snap and Dexter’s eyebrows to hitch. “You pretty as fuck and you smell good,” Logic said with a stroke to his chin. “What are you wearing?”
“This nigga,” Al sniggered, knowing any chance of them working with Dex went right out of the window.
“Uh-” Tyler stuttered, taken aback by the way the stranger's eyes boldly roamed her face before lowering to her exposed cleavage. She immediately recognized him as the asshole who bumped into her after the concert ended. Unconsciously, her gaze fell to the tip of his pink tongue that rolled across his thick lips, making her forget Dex was standing there. Tyler didn’tknow if it was the shots she consumed in the dressing room before exiting or the cockiness in his eyes, but she felt hot.
“Aye, my man. This my girl,” Dexter barked, bringing Tyler back to her senses. She cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
“Straight up?” Logic feigned surprise, never taking his eyes off Tyler. “But what kinda perfume is that though?” Logic didn’t care that her nigga was standing there. The clown didn’t even acknowledge her when she approached them, leaving Logic to think she was fair game.
“It’s-” she started, feeling obligated to answer him.
“Ty, don’t fucking play with me,” Dex gritted. “You didn’t hear me?” He thumbed his nose, focusing on Logic, who wouldn’t even give him eye contact.
“Gotta be deaf or something,” Tilly instigated. He, for one, knew that Dex didn’t play when it came to Tyler. Staring at her too long was a violation, and could likely get your shit blown out, so he could only imagine what complimenting her got you.
“Nah.” Logic rolled his shoulders. “What did you say?”
“I said this my girl.”
“Oh, aight.” Logic allowed his eyes to take in Tyler one last time before slowly backing away. He heard Dexter but simply didn’t give a fuck. “Al, I’ll be in the car.”
“The fuck this nigga on?” Marty frowned, watching Logic bop down the hall with his hands in his pockets.
“What’s up with your boy?” Dex questioned. “That was disrespectful as fuck.”
“I’mma head out.” Al glossed over his comment.
“Aight.” Dex nodded. “You’re more than welcome to tag along to the after party, just leave your boy at home. I was gone try to mentor the nigga, but-”
“Mentor? The fuck is you saying right now? I never told you he needed a mentor, so why you keep saying that shit?” he sneered, obviously insulted by what Dex thought was a good gesture. “And nigga, I didn’t even play tag in elementary, the fuck I look like running up behind another nigga? Be easy.”
“Yea, you too,” Dex responded, slightly caught off guard. He was used to non-industry niggas flocking to him, begging to hang with him because he had motion. Niggas were spending their kids' college funds to keep up with him.
“Them niggas weird.” Tilly shook his head, watching Al walk in the same direction as Logic. “So, what’s up, we hitting the club?” he quizzed, but Dex didn’t hear him. He was too busy burning a hole in the side of Tyler’s face. Now it was her turn to ignore him.
“You was about to tell that nigga what you wearing?”
“Huh?” Tyler looked up from her phone, trying to figure out why she couldn’t find any of her contacts. “This dumb ass phone.”
“If you can huh, you can fucking hear.” He roughly grabbed her arm. “You just gone disrespect me like that?”
“Ouch.” Tyler tried to pull away from him, but Dexter tightened his grip. “It’s just perfume. You act like he asked for my bra size.”
